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Friday, December 11, 2009

11.12.09

All good today: Jake waking up this morning, seeing me and saying, Daddy!; Jake taking his dungers and putting them in the washing machine when I told him they needed washing; Jake running up to me from behind and hugging my legs and squealing with joy; Jake chanting Daddy, Daddy, Daddy in the pram all the way home from the shopping centre (I don’t know if he meant me or Paul); Jake playing with potatoes and wind-up toys, Jake talking to himself. He’s always been good company but as he gets older and understands more, he’s better company than ever.